It's been two weeks since I took off. I groaned as I tried to stretch in my small confined space. After the first night I found a cheap capsule hotel to stay in. The space was cramped, but in a way it was comforting. I'm in a big unknown busy city, in a sketchy part of town, but in the small confines of my capsule room, I felt safe. Secured. The only problem was money. I grabbed what I had at the house before I left, and this hotel is cheap, but my money was starting to dwindle. I needed to find a job. Soon. With a soft growl I kicked off the small blanket provided by the hotel, and flicked off the tv. It was time to start the day.
I started off with a generous spritzing from one of the many bottles of musk I bought. If it was enough to give me a headache, it was enough to get anyone off my back. Be them alpha or otherwise. As I changed in my small living space I became aware of exactly how round my abdomen was getting. Granted it was still early, so the bump wasn't that big, but before any of this happened, I worked out every day, had an awesome build and an awesome six pack. Goodbye to all that. I haven't had the strength or mentality to even attempt fitness since then, and my body had changed drastically because of it. Though my arms and legs were still muscular, they had started to lean out. I was never quite as bulging as my brother, but it would still probably take a few years for the muscle to completely diminish, so I didn't have to worry about that.
However the most drastic change happened to my midriff. Thanks to my baby bump, my awesome six pack was under a thick layer of bubble fat. The thought made me feel cold and sick. I couldn't even recognized my awesome self anymore. I growled as I struggled to continue getting dressed in the small space, then just about kicked to door open to get out and stomped out of the hotel. I need to find a job.
The morning wasn't very successful. As big as the city was; I would've thought there would be more jobs available. At least for my age. Every place looking to hire I did manage to find wasn't giving jobs to minors, or wanted references. I couldn't risk that. Even if I could get references, it would make things a lot easier for someone from home to find me. I haven't even got word of a missing kid in this city, and I don't want to. I liked it here. Nobody knew anybody, and no one judged when they saw a lone omega. Knocked up or otherwise, no one gave a damn, and that's how I liked it.
Several businesses and a few wrong turns later, I found myself inside and ice cream parlor eating a bowl that contained enough ice cream for a tub and a half, and every flavor the small joint had to offer. What I really wanted were some pancakes, but everywhere stopped serving breakfast an hour ago. Fuckers.
"Eh? You alright there buddy?" A voice called. I looked up to see the store owner looking directly at me from behind the counter.
"Hn? Uh, yep. Yep, yep, I'm awesome…" I said and picked up where I left off; staring down at my ice cream. I didn't even bother trying to sound as awesome as I claimed to be. I figured he'd drop it and leave me alone. Couldn't have been more wrong. A second later, he came out from behind the counter and pulled up a chair to the small single/couple table I was seated at. I was surprised. He was a heavier set man. A larger beta. There was neither an alpha, or omega presence about him. Being pregnant, I noticed things like that more on account of my sense of smell reaching bloodhound levels. He didn't look like anything anyone should mess with either. A hawaiian shirt covering a large belly, dark skin and brown dreads tied back with a headband. I think he might've been Cuban. Hell, I dunno. But he was now seated across from me. And he didn't look too happy.
"You're sure you are fine?"
"Uh yeah?"
"Then is it the ice cream? I make it myself, has there been a bad batch?" He pressed. The ice cream was great. Probably the best I'd ever had. But I could tell that wasn't what this guy was getting at. Even if the ice cream didn't agree with me I could tell this guy would take it personally.
"Um, no it's awesome-"
"Great!" The man cut off with a booming voice. his expression was now much warmer and nicer with a big grin. "So what is your problem then?"
"Excuse me?" I stated. The man sighed and gestured around the parlor. To the other customers I assumed.
"Look around, eh? Happy people, big smiles. This is a happy place."
"...I'm not sure I follow." Of for gods sake stop spelling and get on with it already. He rolled his eyes.
"You're sitting in an ice cream parlor, MY parlor, surrounded by all of this goodness, yet here you are sitting in the far corner shoveling my nice ice cream in you mouth with a look on your face like it's sour milk."
"It's been a rough…" I was gonna say day, but I've been feeling like sour milk for a while. I've on the verge of fermenting into milk wine...'er cheese I guess. I didn't really have anyone to put on the act that I was okay for. I was about as far away from okay as I'd ever even knew was possible It didn't completely matter that I trailed off. Just as I was in the middle of that sentence I once again cut off. This time by a tall youthful alpha bounding into the parlor and up to the vacant counter. Less than a ten seconds after coming into the parlor he started continuously started dinging the bell on the counter and calling out to the freezer as if the parlor own was inside.
"Hahahaha -maaaaann~! Hungry customer~! Hey~! Ahaha~!" The blonde alpha bellowed. He reminded me of a golden retriever.
"I'm over here you big oaf!" The owner called in an irritated tone of voice.
"Oh Heheh, there you are dude! What's up man, it's ice cream time!" He said cheerfully. He was tall, blonde, and muscular. He was dressed averagely enough, pants, sneakers, a superman shit, a leather aviator jacket and a pair of glasses.
"Can you not see I am speaking over here?" The owner snapped. Instead of working he was sitting over here and being rude to the customer. It made me smirk. I like this guys style.
"Aw, but Maxie-"
"There you are you idiot!" A boy with large eyebrows said as he entered followed closely by a shorter fluffy haired boy. I almost didn't notice the second. He looked an awful lot like the alpha that strode in first.
"He wasn't giving you any trouble this time was he?" The kid with the eyebrows asked.
"You're damn right he was!"
"Hey Maxie that's no fair, I was not-"
"And my name is not Maxie!" The owner yelled at the blonde alpha, then he turned back to me.
"The name is Maximo Muchado friend. Not Maxie." He said and stuck his arm out.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt." I said and shook his hand. Of the other three the one who kept calling Maximo Maxie was an alpha, the one with the eyebrows was a beta, and the small one was an omega. I barely saw until Maximo turned around that the omega was trying to get his attention.
"Ah! What is it now Alfred? Can you not see I am in the middle of something?"
"B-but-! I'm M-mathew!" The Omega gawked.
"Oh! So sorry Mattie, why don't I get you a free scoop, eh? What was it you wanted?" Maximo apologized. Despite the height difference, and the fact that one was an alpha and the other an omega, I had to admit they bore a striking resemblance to each other. But for whatever reason Maximo seemed to like the omega, Mathew, much more than Alfred.
"Um, Alfred's getting a little amped up over there." Mathew's soft voice murmured as he pointed over his shoulder to the Alpha bouncing up and down on his heels staring at all the different tubs of ice cream flavors. Maximo turned back to with an annoyed expression.
"I'd better go tend to that; before he tries to get the ice cream himself...Again." Maximo said as he got up from his seat. A grin spread across my face. I snorted. These guys were funny. Maximo stopped in his tracks and tossed a wide full smile back at me over his shoulder.
"Heeey, there it is~! Just as I said, happy place!" He said with cheer as he got back behind the counter and started tending to the three blondes. Still slightly smiling I took this as my out to leave. Despite running out of money, I couldn't help it. I left a tip tucked halfway under the napkin dispenser on my table. As I opened the door, Maximo called out his form of a goodbye.
"Eh buddy, see you here tomorrow, right?" He called, still smiling. I didn't give a yes or a no, but a neutral gesture. Was he confused? Probably. But it was time to continue the job hunt.
Sorry for the long wait, I had some other projects I was working on. Can't promise I'll be consistent with updates, as that would be lying to you and myself, but I can promise I ain't gonna abandon this till it's done. There you have it. Happy reading.
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